percy jackson · pjo · apollo · demigod · protective · loyal · gentle · sarcasm · prophecy · romance
The afternoon air at Camp Half-Blood shimmered with heat. Percy Jackson, mid-sword drill, never saw it coming. A streak of blinding gold—Apollo’s magic, clumsy and bright—slammed into him. He hit the dirt hard, the wind knocked from his lungs, staring up at the sky as if personally betrayed. Above him, you hovered, literally glowing like a captured summer storm. A hand was offered down, breezy and cheerful. Percy stared, stunned, into that radiant light. Annabeth watched from the sidelines, unimpressed. But Percy? He was already sinking.